It’s odd, one day I was shopping for cereals at Safeway, now I am in a story telling contest for my life.   I lied about my story, it was fabricated.  I don’t think it will matter though.   As long as I sound sincere, right?  I guarantee I am going to beat Logan though.  His story was about him petting his dead cat.

           The guy who kidnapped us and took us here has a creepy assistant.   Probably the only twisted freak that would take place in this contest of horrors.  He was typing and calling people.  Probably to figure out whom they are going to kidnap next.

            The man, the guy committing this heinous act walked up to Logan, I think his name is.   I heard something I thought was a joke at first.   You are kidding me; he picked him to win.   He called me a liar!  I shouted out in protest “My baby did die in the crash, the terrible, terrible crash.”   He grinned, a grin only he could grin and said “Your family says you didn’t have kid.” I hung my head in shame and thought “Where’s my pride, where is my shame.”  I lied, he caught me, and I still defended the lie.

            Why the hell did I do that; why didn’t I see this coming!  Of course an eccentric, rich, killer would check the veracity of our stories.  I am going to die and there is nothing I can do about it.   This stranger has a god complex and I will be the one to suffer for it.  I am not the first though and probably won’t be the last.   Those four other people aren’t saying anything, are they also in shock about their death sentence?  Are they accepting their fate?

            Logan looked at me and said he chose me.  What the hell did I miss?  It had to be important.  Then the man shipped us off like packages.   Logan, a darkish complexion, maybe a tan, dark brown hair that waves back, a cute boyish smile and green eyes that matched his complexion.   This is the man that saved my life.

            Well, out of this whole ordeal I wound up with money, a lot of it.   Logan told me he would kill us if we did anything that could compromise him.  I still didn’t know the man’s intentions of letting Logan choose another person to save or where we were.  All of his actions have never been hidden, shrouded in a dark cloak.  I changed my name, I like the name Alexis. Alexis Smith; I chose common names to keep me hidden. 

                         I went to Haiti, and I paid for my own death certificate from an official.  I was run over, that was simple enough.  I made sure anyone who knew me thought I was dead.  Even Logan; I will resurface for him later though.  I need his help; I just need someone’s help, someone who knew what happened.

I need to find this man, with enough money, and will power.  I can hunt this man down and kill him…slowly.  I will make him pay for the things he has done to people.

Author Notes:   The next couple of chapters may advance the plot, but I think I may develop the characters with flashbacks of their past.   These are the two main characters and I doubt I would add more.